Hirune found herself back in the dark realm with a dark ocean beneath her. She sighed and looked around the place for the Shadow Jester, yet he was nowhere to be found.
"Hello? Shadow Jester?"
Her voice echoed throughout the realm with no response. She sighed and sat down feeling the freezing cold water beneath her. She attempted to summon The Devourer to have some level of company while she waited since Namulenza could no longer speak to her, but all that came out was a gooey black liquid that disappeared into a red mist.
She threw herself back and aggressively kicked her feet in the air, "Augh! Why'd I do that! that was such a dumb move!"
She groaned as she laid on her side and felt the cool water against her face, "Now I'm stuck here until they get me back..."
She sat up and started walking around, the water splashing hard as she did. She wasn't taking into consideration how hard she was stepping and soon enough she was stomping around, the water splashing close to her face from how hard she was stomping. It hurt to stomp that hard, but it felt like she'd already been there for two years.
Then what seemed like a knight showed up out of the water she splashed. It was like a statue, he held a large sturdy tree branch in front of him while standing with his back straight, the tip of this tree branch aiming at the heavens. He wore some worn down armor with a carboard face guard, his face guard tattered enough to see he was in his fifties.
As she noticed this, she was in the middle of her next stomp, the water from her stomp doing the same thing as the last. Just that this time, it showed Namulenza sitting on a throne. She had nearly fully silver hair, though half of it was clearly bleached as there were some darker spots on it. Her eyes were glaring at the floor, a large four-pointed star shape on her neck showing who she was even if she completely changed her appearance.
Hirune stopped and stared at the two, instantly recognizing the knight as her favorite hidalgo Don Quixote and Namulenza. Though seeing her idol didn't affect her nearly as much as seeing Namulenza again after years of not seeing her again. The memory she had of when she met her while dead having disappeared completely.
She teared up a little and tried to hug the statue, just to fall through her and slam her face into the throne. The vision of Namulenza was fake but the throne was real as this realm was something that was dead, therefore, it could only replicate things that were alive, but never truly make them even if it was but a replica of their portrait.
She held her nose for a moment as she looked at the water falling from the throne and sighed. She was still stuck, just that now she had a fake of her hero watching over her. A fake that couldn't even be felt, who's beauty had fully disappeared once she figured out that the replica wasn't even real.
Frustrated by this, she took the tree branch from the knight errant and in a fit of rage, viewing this branch in the same light as the madman himself, thrusted it into the ground as though it were a lance.
The entire realm pulsated white and slowly went through every shade of gray until it turned black again.
Her breathing was shaky as she lifted the lance again. It had barely even scratched the endless sea, though she didn't care about the results, she just needed to let out years of pent-up anger all at once.
She kept on aggressively jousting against the endless sea, every strike digging a little further into it in one small little spot. As she did this, she cursed all of those who had mistreated her in the past, or all of those she remembered at least. For years upon years, they'd beat her, cursed her, taken advantage of her trust just to put her between a sword and a wall, and every single time, she'd laughed it off and forgiven then no matter how much they wronged her, no matter how much they angered her she always let it go. They'd wronged her and they never got their righteous punishment.
She pretended to care and love all of them, although deep down she truly resented each and every last one of them. She acted out of justice for them and did righteous deeds such as helping old people cross the street, donate to children's hospitals and other causes of the sort, she gave her food to the homeless although she herself was living off of whatever she could scrounge up, she even protected those who couldn't help themselves like a true knight of the kingdom should; yet even those who she helped turned on her the second their goal had been achieved.
And now she was here, in a space she could finally let out all of her anger. All of this anger coming out at once led to her something she didn't mean: "Maybe if you think I'm such an evil witch, I should just burn each and every last one of you slowly and painfully at stake and make you dance for me until I'm satisfied like the evil little witch you claim I am!" She instantly stopped realizing what she just said and put her lance down and stared at it. Seeing that the lance was but a large and sturdy tree branch, the idea of it being a lance being fixation of her imagination just like all of the progress she'd made at digging through the ocean.
She sighed and balled up on the floor disappointed in herself.
"What would Namulenza think if she heard you huh? After she left you with her last final blessing known as the 'Cor Tantum Quixoticum'. She'd be disappointed... Wouldn't she?" Hirune balled up a little more before having a sudden change of heart, "Nay, tis shall not affect the way I act--" She started laughing at herself, "No but seriously, just because I slipped up a little out of anger, I shouldn't beat myself up over it, after all, being mad and saying things you don't mean is a part of being human. It's not necessarily something that you should do, but it happens sometimes."
She sat up and looked around, "Now how do I get out of here?"
She took a look at the lance again, "Maybe I should try this out again, but this time, I won't allow myself to use this as an excuse to let out my anger. Instead, I'll escape this place in order to enact justice! Not just for others, but if it's truly necessary, then I shall enact justice even for myself instead of letting them slowly break me! For if I can't even help myself, then just how the hell am I supposed to help those who are helpless if I become one myself?!"
She picked up the tree branch and saw it as a long lance radiating a warm feel she could only describe as justice. She jumped slamming her feet into the ground as hard as she could and as she expected, the water below her shot her up with the same force she'd excerpted on it twice. First with the jump, second with the water instantaneously shooting up and striking her higher.
Before falling back down, she aimed the lance down and held it high above her head before thrusting it deep into the ocean, the entire realm shimmering with a gold light bright as she heard the sound of what she could only imagine was it shattering.